Mentalhealthcrisis Stories

Preview: My tears dripped over his slender fingers and he wiped them each time they fell, and I remember now that this is the only place I had ever felt truly loved. In his arms, being held and comforted by the only person who had ever truly loved and protected me. Then my heart broke, and shattered in the doorway of my home, our home realizing my only safe space was being ripped away from me and the only one at blame was me. I knew after this, i'd have to pick myself up off the cool, wooden floor of our shared apartment and try to survive the deep depression that was about to hit. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment where I lost the only person who had treated me as someone capable of being loved and in turn loving another. From this point on, I would steadily lose myself while trying so desperately to find what I truly needed to heal.

I stood there, watching life and death blur together in a room full of silence. Four girls, cutting into their own arms like it was just another day. Their blood fresh, sharp, raw - and nobody around them noticing. Their mother, a shadow of a woman, moving through the world like she's already dead. Eyes vacant, slow steps, a heart seemingly frozen by numbness. At one point, I said, "I know that's your baby," and she smiled - a small, broken smile showing the gaps where her teeth used to be. For a second I saw she cared. I told her, "Keep your daughter close. This is urgent." She looked like a ghost, like a nurse who's seen too much, like she'd forgotten how to feel. And I felt the weight of the system failing, the adults failing, the world failing them. There I was, drowning in the depth of my own anxiety and depression, standing as the only lifeline I could offer. I've never seen anything like it - kids showing their cuts like trophies, like normal, like nobody cares. A young girl hugged me like I was hope itself. Another told me her friend overdosed, and it shook me to the core. This is a story of pain and raw reality. Of a world that ignores its own children. Of survival in silence. Of seeing things no one else can see. Brace yourself. Feel it. Every drop of it.

After everything, Sunny chose to persevere and mend the broken trust and relationships. Just as he is about to walk into his house he is stopped by someone in their car. His father, who he hasn't seen in years, offers him a chance to stay and graduate in Faraway. The emotions of the aftermath is on the rise, threatening to take everything with it. Cross platform shared, updates are on AO3, and I like to add listening music. I'm not doing any ships :P (yet) •It looks way better on AO3• There are a ton more chapters on AO3 and I'll add them here later. (Formatting issues) General Omori warnings do apply, there will be mentions of depression, anxiety, and self-harming behavior. I hope you all enjoy! General A/N- this is a general fic, no shipping. I got ship happy on accident though and there's one sorta unpopular rare pair I started to really like but it would be a VERY slow burn and won't be present in book one and the majority, if not all, of book two. Cover Art: Wendy McWilliams Blah, I haven't updated on Wattpad in ages but there are 120 chapters on AO3. It's completed. If I get readers on here I'll upload the rest